It's been a bit of a bum weekend here at Chez Wanderingcat. This morning we were awoken by a phone call I've been expecting for the past few days.
My grandpa, my Dad's father, lost his brief battle with cancer this morning - just a few weeks shy of his 78th birthday. It's one of those situations - I'm glad he's no longer in pain, but the world is little less sunny today, knowing he's not in it any more.
Grandpa Johnson was an outdoorsman, a hunter, and angler and a car enthusiast. He loved bad jokes and making his grandchildren laugh. He's the man who called me Spiderlegs Jr. (Spiderlegs was Mom... for her long-legged form), and never let me leave his garage without a chocolate bar in my hand, a pocketful of loose change and smear of car grease on my face.
Oddly enough, I don't have a lot of photos of him - all the ones I do have a pre-digital and my scanner is broken, so I can't share any.
The service will be small, and in the next day or so. I have been knitting (it helps to have something to focus on), so there will be a happier post soon.